Из альбома: Eden
And so many things Iґd forgotten
In a world that we shared
With so many things for the asking
Never asked for the madness there
Strange how I find myself so often
On a distant shore
Therґs only one thing thatґs confusing
Was it you? Was it me?
With so many questions unanswered
Or was that part of your mystery?
Stange how I find myself so often
On a distant shore
How I find myself so often
On a distant shore